The students went to their respective posts, and Xiao Rong led me to a nearby café. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

She ordered a cheesecake and a pot of tea. I asked for a latte.

"How does it feel, isn't it easy?" She asked me.

"Well, it's a very relaxing thing."

Tea and pastries were served, and she carefully took a few bites with a small spoon, which I think was probably because I was present that she chose this uncomfortable way of eating.

She took a few sips of tea before she said slowly: "I used to like to do this kind of work, although the money is not much, but it is easy to die." ”

"You don't have to think about anything, the days of gangsters will pass every day。。。。。。" When she said this, she stopped talking, and looked at me.

I can probably guess what she wants to say, and I know what she means by saying it now, but I'm not impartial and noncommittal to her.

Seeing that there was no displeasure on my face, she continued: "Now I don't think like this, I realize that I can't always mess around like this, I have to work hard to start a business." ”

"What is a struggle?" I'll talk.

"Hey, you'll know when I'm in this situation later." She said.

I think her words are ridiculous, and her language is immature and good for being a teacher, but I think so in my heart but I don't say anything to express my attitude.

I indulged in her self-righteousness.

Time flickered quickly, and because we couldn't talk together, I was mostly silent when she spoke, occasionally responding. The sun has set, and it's time for the students to come back and settle their salaries.

I found a way to go to the toilet and went downstairs to pay for my coffee.

In normal times, I have to buy all the orders on the table, but the current situation and Xiao Rong have a "superior-subordinate" relationship, and I still have to take a salary from her, so I don't have to pretend to be too big.

It's hard to say whether they can continue to maintain a friendship after such a colleague.

At least I don't like her words and actions anymore.

This job transitioned unharmed for half a month, during which there was nothing worth talking about, just some trivial things to eat, drink and Lazar.

"It's hard work, this is your labor these days." Xiao Rong handed me the money.

"This project will be stopped today, and I will look for you again when I have another job." She continued.

"No, I just need it to transition."

I put the money in my deepest pocket, and after saying that, I walked away without looking back.

I've seen her again.

I began to wonder if I was becoming more and more sensitive, and I was overly observant and speculative about other people's words and eyes.

What am I afraid of?

Afraid of questioning? Afraid of contempt? Afraid that others will see through my truest situation? I do not know.

Maybe even I was afraid that I would really fail, maybe I didn't even believe in myself in my own heart, maybe I really didn't dare to face the consequences of failure, so I was always scared.

I even felt like I was becoming more and more like a wild cat who was afraid to see people.

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